Priya Raman has restored fourteen buildings. The Meridian Hotel might be the one that kills her.
The tile is 1911. The wiring is 1974. The developer is Caleb Strand-fifty-two, disgraced, and absolutely certain he knows better than she does.
He does not.
Four months of scaffolding, permits, and arguments. Four months of him standing in the ballroom at seven a.m. looking at water stains like they're personal.
Then his past sues the project, and Priya finds out exactly how much Caleb thinks he owes the world.
She's going to save the building. She might save him too, if he can stop arguing long enough to let her.
A warm, slow-burn age gap boss romance with a happy ending you can stand inside.
